Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Dodging the living corpse rushing towards him in front of him, the silent knight, the fireless ash slammed his left-handed shield on his already rotten neck. The edge of the shield was very sharp, and under his power, the head of the corpse was cut off with a single blow.

There was the roar of another living corpse behind him. Ashes simply turned his body slightly to avoid the guy who attacked him with a short dagger in his hand. He wore a rusty iron helmet and tattered leather armor, and it seemed that he should have been a soldier or something in his lifetime. The guy fell to the ground because he jumped forward too much.

Without mercy, he moves like a machine. Ash stepped forward, stepped on his back with his foot, and swung down with a sword. Small white light spots flew out of their bodies and slowly flew into Ashes' bodies.

He drew his sword and continued to walk forward, with corpses lying on the ground behind him.

There was almost no threat to him from the living corpse, so he came all the way to the circular square where the mage had been. Standing above the high wall, he looked at the patrolling winged knight below, and Ash hung his shield behind him. Holding the sword in both hands, he patiently waited for the Winged Knight to walk to his feet, and then jumped down at the right moment.

Without more waves, the Winged Knight fell without even a chance to swing his weapon. He silently pulled the sword out of the gap between the Winged Knight's helmet and the armor. The blade inevitably collided with the armor, making an unpleasant sound. .

There was a sound of breaking air behind him. The knight did not dodge or evade. The shield behind him took the blow in his place, and then turned around and slashed horizontally.

A head flew high, and he stepped past the fallen corpse. The corpses of Lothric knights scattered all over the square didn't let him stay for a moment. When he walked out of the square, he saw Lothric knights patrolling in twos and threes. The one closest to him has spotted him.

The armor of the Lothric knight is still shining, and he is much taller than the knight. The configuration of a giant shield and a long spear is impeccable under normal circumstances, but the fire-free ash still maintains that calmness, or is it that he has no feelings at all?

Sideways dodging the spear stabbed by the knight, he grabbed the head of the spear with his backhand and pulled it back hard. The giant force staggered the knight's footsteps, and this small flaw was enough in his eyes.

No fancy tricks, just a simple straight stab that took his life, ending the never-ending and pointless patrol.

The second one arrived soon, but Ashes had to attack him one step ahead, and the simple long sword in his hand slammed the helm of the Lothric knight with the hilt. He was unconscious, and this attack would not stun him like a living person would. But Ashes is not that purpose.

Although he no longer feels dizzy, he still pulls back because of his strength. Ash took a step forward and stabbed again, killing him with one blow.

draw the blade,

Although the patrolling knights lost their minds, they were not fools. They had already gathered around, and one of the knights in blue robes had his visor wide open, and two scarlet rays of light flashed in his eyes. Seeing this scene, Ashes seemed to be stimulated by something. Originally silent along the way, he let out a roar at this moment.

After the fight, all that was left was a mess. Light spots that were much thicker than the living corpses appeared on the corpses of the knights, and slowly entered Ashes' bodies again. Holding the blood-stained long sword, he walked up the stairs and entered the door of the church.

Priest Emma raised her head, she had already heard the sound of battle from outside. I just didn't expect the fireless ash to come so quickly: "Ah... I thought you would come a little later."

Out of nowhere, she pulled out a worn-out small flag, with a black background and a circle embroidered with gold thread. At this time, only half of it was damaged.

Emma continued: "My name is Emma, ​​and I am the chief priest of this city - Lothric. Wait here, I have something to convey to you... The kings have left from this city. Take this small ring Flag, the messenger will take you through the great gate and bring you under the high wall..."

Ashes reached out and took the small ring flag, and Emma continued, "Give you this as a farewell gift."

"This is the emblem of the ancient oath. If you are worried about the intruders who come from nowhere, use this emblem to call the ancient guardian of blue to hunt the dark spirit."

Facing the small coat of arms Emma handed over again, Ashes did not take it. He spoke for the first time, and his voice was unexpectedly magnetic: "No need for this..."

He stretched out his hand and took off the iron glove on his right hand. There was a small tattoo on the back of his hand, and an exquisite long sword intersected with a silver ring. Emma's pupils shrank, of course she recognized what it was.

Her attitude changed suddenly, and she said quickly: "Are you actually a Sword of the Dark Moon... I am stupid, too, how can I let the Sword of the Dark Moon join the Youth Sect?"

Ashes put on iron gloves in silence.

Then, his voice came from under the helmet, and there was no emotion in it. Because of this, Emma couldn't guess his intentions: "...Here, there is an aura left by a powerful person."

"what?"

Emma was a little puzzled, but more shocked. The ashes were heroes who had passed on fire once. After they were burned once as fuelwood, their memory, reason, and even everything would be taken away by the flames. Being awakened again is a helpless move, which also means that most of the ashes are irrational, they just follow the breath of the flames.

But this one in front of me is not only rational, but can even feel the breath left by the previous god...? Before he was alive, no, who was he before he spread the fire?

Emma thought about it, she took out her dagger, carefully handed it to Ashes, and asked, "Does the breath come from this thing?"

Ashes didn't take it, he stared at the dagger, and after a while, he said slowly: "...Yes, who left this thing with you?"

Emma, ​​who wanted to fool the past, looked at the emotionless eyes in the gap in his iron helmet, and she froze in her heart, and told the truth, or, she thought the truth: "...it was a god who returned to Me, he rescued me, the old woman who wanted to commit suicide. Did you get his breath at that time?"

Ashes shook his head: "More than that."

"What do you mean?" Emma was completely confused.

"This dagger... you should take good care of it. It may save your life at a critical moment. Besides, he is not a god."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and left, ignoring the questioning priest behind him. There seems to be something else in Ash's back.